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A08469	The first part of the true and honorable historie, of the life of Sir Iohn Old-castle, the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Sir John Oldcastle.	Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. aut; Wilson, Robert, d. 1600. aut; Hathway, Richard, fl. 1598-1602. aut	1600 (1600)	STC 18795; ESTC S106323	46,191	82

it shall go hard but if there be any doings I le make some good boote amongst them exit Enter King Henry Suffolke Huntington and two with lights K. Hen. My Lords of Suffolke and of Huntington Who skouts it now or who stands Sentinells What men of worth what Lords do walke the round Suff. May it please your Highnesse K. Hen. Peace no more of that The King 's asleepe wake not his maiestie With termes nor titles hee 's at rest in bed Kings do not vse to watch themselues they sleepe And let rebellion and conspiracie Reuel and hauocke in the common wealth Is London lookt vnto Hunt It is my Lord Your noble Vncle Exceter is there Your brother Gloucester and my Lord of Warwicke Who with the maior and the Aldermen Do guard the gates and keepe good rule within The Earle of Cambridge and sir Thomas Gray Do walke the Round Lord Scroope and Butler skout So though it please your maiestie to iest Were you in bed well might you take your rest K. Hen. I thank ye Lords but you do know of old That I haue bin a perfect night-walker London you say is safely lookt vnto Alas poore rebels there your ayd must faile And the Lord Cobham sir Iohn Old-castle Hee 's quiet in Kent Acton ye are deceiu'd Reckon againe you count without your host To morrow you shall giue account to vs Til when my friends this long cold winters night How can we spend King Harry is a sleepe And al his Lords these garments tel vs so Al friends at footebal fellowes all in field Harry and Dicke and George bring vs a drumme Giue vs square dice wee le keepe this court of guard For al good fellowes companies that come Where 's that mad priest ye told me was in Armes To fight as wel as pray if neede required Suff. Hee s in the Camp and if he knew of this I vndertake he would not be long hence Har. Trippe Dicke Trippe George they trippe Hunt I must haue the dice What do we play at the play at dice. Suff. Passage if ye please Hunt Set round then so at all Har. George you are out Giue me the dice I passe for twentie pound Here 's to our luckie passage into France Hunt Harry you passe indeede for you sweepe all Suff. A signe king Harry shal sweep al in France ent sir Iohn sir Iohn Edge ye good fellowes take a fresh gamster in Har. Master Parson we play nothing but gold sir Iohn And fellow I tel thee that the priest hath gold gold sbloud ye are but beggerly souldiers to me I thinke I haue more gold than all you three Hunt It may be so but we beleeue it not Har. Set priest set I passe for all that gold sir Iohn Ye passe indeede Harry Priest hast thou any more sir Iohn Zounds what a question 's that I tell thee I haue more then all you three At these ten Angells Harry I wonder how thou comst by all this gold How many benefices hast thou priest sir Iohn Yfaith but one dost wonder how I come by gold I wonder rather how poore souldiers should haue gold for I le tell thee good fellow we haue euery day tythes offerings christnings weddings burialls and you poore snakes come seldome to a bootie I le speake a prowd word I haue but one parsonage Wrootham t is better than the Bishopprick of Rochester there 's nere a hill heath nor downe in all Kent but t is in my parish Barrham downe Chobham downe Gads hill Wrootham hill Blacke heath Cockes heath Birchen wood all pay me tythe gold quoth a ye passe not for that Suff. Harry ye are out now parson shake the dice sir Iohn Set set I le couer ye at al A plague on 't I am out the diuell and dice and a wench who will trust them Suff. Saist thou so priest set faire at all for once Har. Out sir pay all sir Iohn Sbloud pay me angel gold I le none of your crackt French crownes nor pistolets Pay me faire angel gold as I pay you Har. No crackt french crownes I hope to see more crackt french crownes ere long sir Iohn Thou meanest of French mens crownes when the King is in France Hunt Set round at all sir Ihon Pay all this is some lucke Har. Giue me the dice t is I must shread the priest At all sir Iohn sir Iohn The diuell and all is yours at that sdeath what wasting is this Suff. Well throwne Harry yfaith Har. I le cast better yet sir Iohn Then I le be hangd Sirra hast thou not giuen thy soule to the diuell for casting Har. I passe for all sir Iohn Thou passest all that ere I playde withall Sirra dost thou not cogge nor foist nor slurre Har. Set parson set the dice die in my hand When parson when what can ye finde no more Alreadie drie wa st you bragd of your store sir Iohn All 's gone but that Hunt What halfe a broken angell sir Iohn Why sir t is gold Har. Yea and I le couer it sir Iohn The diuell do ye good on 't I am blinde yee haue blowne me vp Har. Nay tarry priest ye shall not leaue vs yet Do not these peeces fit each other well sir Ihon What if they do Har. Thereby beginnes a tale There was a thiefe in face much like sir Iohn But t' was not hee that thiefe was all in greene Met me last day on Blacke Heath neere the parke With him a woman I was al alone And weaponlesse my boy had al my tooles And was before prouiding me a boate Short tale to make sir Iohn the thiefe I meane Tooke a iust hundreth pound in gold from me I storm'd at it and swore to be reueng'de If ere we met he like a lusty Brake with his teeth this Angel iust in two To be a token at our meeting next Prouided I should charge no Officer To apprehend him but at weapons point Recouer that and what he had beside Well met sir Iohn betake ye to your tooles By torch light for master parson you are he That had my gold sir Iohn Zounds I won't in play in faire square play of the keeper of Eltham parke and that I will maintaine with this poore whinyard be you two honest men to stand and looke vpon 's and let 's alone and take neither part Har. Agreede I charge ye do not boudge a foot Sir Iohn haue at ye sir Iohn Souldier ware your skonce Here as they are ready to strike enter Butler and drawes his weapon and steps betwixt them But. Hold villaines hold my Lords what do ye meane To see a traitor draw against the King sir Iohn The King Gods wil I am in a proper pickle Har. Butler what newes why dost thou trouble vs But. Please it your Highnesse it is breake of day And as I skouted neere to Islington The gray ey'd morning gaue me glimmering Of armed men comming downe Hygate hill Who by their course are coasting

The first part Of the true and honorable historie of the life of Sir John Old-castle the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants LONDON Printed by V.S. for Thomas Pauier and are to be solde at his shop at the signe of the Catte and Parrots neere the Exchange 1600 The Prologue THe doubtful Tule Gentlemen prefixt Vpon the Argument we haue in hand May breede suspence and wrongfully disturbe The peacefull quiet of your setled thoughts To stop which scruple let this briefe suffise It is no pamperd glutton we present Nor aged Councellor to youthfull sinne But one whose vertue shone aboue the rest A valiant Martyr and a vertuous peere In whose true faith and loyaltie exprest Vnto his soveraigne and his countries weale We striue to pay that tribute of our Loue Your fauours merite let faire Truth be grac'te Since forg'de inuention former time defac'te The true and honorable Historie of the life of Sir Iohn Oldcastle the good Lord Cobham In the fight enter the Sheriffe and two of his men Sheriffe MY Lords I charge ye in his Highnesse name To keepe the peace you and your followers Herb. Good M. Sheriffe look vnto your self Pow. Do so for we haue other businesse Proffer to fight againe Sher. Will ye disturbe the Iudges and the Assise Heare the Kings proclamation ye were best Pow. Hold then le ts heare it Herb. But be briefe ye were best Bayl. O yes Dauy Cossone make shorter O or shall marre your Yes Bay O yes Owen What has her nothing to say but O yes Bay O yes Da. O nay pye Cosse plut downe with her down with her A Pawesse a Pawesse Gough A Herbert a Herbert and downe with Powesse Helter skelter againe Sher. Hold in the Kings name hold Owen Downe e tha ka naues name downe In this fight the Bailiffe is knocked downe and the Sheriffe and the other runne away Herb. Powesse I thinke thy Welsh and thou do smart Pow. Herbert I thinke my sword came neere thy heart Herb. Thy hearts best bloud shall pay the losse of mine Gough A Herbert a Herbert Dauy A Pawesse a Pawesse As they are lifting their weapons enter the Maior of Hereford and his Officers and Townes men with clubbes Maior My Lords as you are liege men to the Crowne True noblemen and subiects to the King Attend his Highnesse proclamation Commaunded by the Iudges of Assise For keeping peace at this assemblie Herb. Good M. Maior of Hereford be briefe Mai. Serieant without the ceremonie of O yes Pronounce alowd the proclamation Ser. The Kings Iustices perceiuing what publique mischiefe may ensue this priuate quarrel in his maiesties name do straightly charge and commaund all persons of what degree soeuer to depart this cittie of Hereford except such as are bound to giue attendance at this Assise and that no man presume to weare any weapon especially welsh-hookes forrest billes Owen Haw no pill nor wells hoog ha Ma. Peace and heare the proclamation Ser. And that the Lord Powesse do presently disperse and discharge his retinue and depart the cittie in the Kings peace he and his followers on paine of imprisonment Dauy Haw pud her Lord Pawesse in prison A Pawes A Pawesse cossone liue and tie with her Lord Gough A Herbert a Herbert In this fight the Lord Herbert is wounded and fals to the ground the Maior and his company goe away crying clubbes Powesse runnes away Gough and other of Herberts faction busie themselues about Herbert enters the two Iudges in their roabes the Sheriffe and his Baileffes afore them c. 1. Iud. Where 's the Lord Herbert is he hurt or slaine Sher. Hee 's here my Lord 2. Iud. How fares hid Lordshippe friends Gough Mortally wounded speechlesse he cannot liue 1. Iud Conuay him hence let not his wounds take ayre And get him dress'd with expedition Ex. Herb. Gough M. Maior of Hereford M Shriue o' th shire Commit Lord Powesse to safe custodie To answer the disturbance of the peace Lord Herberts perill and his high contempt Of vs and you the Kings commissioners See it be done with care and diligence Sher. Please it your Lordship my Lord Powesse is gone Past all recouery 2. Iud. Yet let search be made To apprehend his followers that are left Sher. There are some of them sirs lay hold on them Owen Of vs and why what has her done I pray you Sher. Disarme them Bailiffes Ma. Officers assist Dauy Heare you Lor shudge what resson is for this Owen Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord 1. Iudge Away with them Dauy Harg you my Lord Owen Gough my Lorde Herberts man 's a shitten knaue Both at once al this Dauy I se liue and tie in good quarrell Owen Pray you do shustice let awl be preson Dauy Prison no Lord shudge I wooll giue you pale good suerty 2. Iudge What Bale what suerties Dauy Her coozin ap Ries ap Euan ap Morrice ap Morgan ap Lluellyn ap Madoc ap Meredith ap Griffen ap Dauy ap Owen ap Shinken Shones 2 Iudge Two of the most sufficient are ynow Sher. And 't please your Lordship these are al but one 1. Iudge To Iayle with them and the Lord Herberts men Wee le talke with them when the Assise is done Exeunt Riotous audacious and vnruly Groomes Must we be forced to come from the Bench To quiet brawles which euery Constable In other ciuill places can suppresse 2. Iudge What was the quarrel that causde all this stirre Sher. About religion as I heard my Lord Lord Powesse detracted from the power of Rome Affirming Wickliffes doctrine to be true And Romes erroneous hot reply was made By the lord Herbert they were traytors all That would maintaine it Powesse answered They were as true as noble and as wise As he that would defend it with their liues He namde for instance sir Iohn Old-castle The Lord Cobham Herbert replide againe He thou and all are traitors that so hold The he was giuen the seuerall factions drawne And so enragde that we could not appease it 1. Iudge This case concernes the Kings prerogatiue And 's dangerous to the State and common wealth Gentlemen Iustices master Maior and master Shrieue It doth behoue vs all and each of vs In generall and particular to haue care For the suppressing of all mutinies And all assemblies except souldiers musters For the Kings preparation into France We heare of secret conuenticles made And there is doubt of some conspiracies Which may breake out into rebellious armes When the King 's gone perchance before he go Note as an instance this one perillous fray What factions might haue growne on either part To the destruction of the King and Realme Yet in my conscience sir Iohn Old-castle Innocent of it onely his name was vsde We therefore from his Highnesse giue this charge You maister Maior looke to your citizens

Do not presume to tempt them with ill words Nor suffer any meetings to be had Within your house but to the vttermost Disperse the flockes of this new gathering sect Cobham My liege if any breathe that dares come forth And say my life in any of these points Deserues th' attaindor of ignoble thoughts Here stand I crauing no remorce at all But euen the vtmost rigor may be showne Har. Let it suffice we know your loyaltie What haue you there Cob. A deed of clemencie Your Highnesse pardon for Lord Powesse life Which I did beg and you my noble Lord Of gracious fauour did vouchsafe to grant Har. But yet it is not signed with our hand Cob. Not yet my Liege one ready with pen and incke Har. The fact you say was done Not of prepensed malice but by chance Cob. Vpon mine honor so no otherwise Har. There is his pardon bid him make amends writes And cleanse his soule to God for his offence What we remit is but the bodies scourge Enter Bishop How now Lord Bishop Bishop Iustice dread Soueraigne As thou art King so graunt I may haue iustice Har. What meanes this exclamation let vs know Bish. Ah my good Lord the state 's abusde And our decrees most shamefully prophande Har. How or by whom Bish. Euen by this heretike This Iew this Traitor to your maiestie Cob. Prelate thou liest euen in thy greasie maw Or whosoeuer twits me with the name Of either traitor or of heretike Har. Forbeare I say and Bishop shew the cause From whence this late abuse hath bin deriu'de Bish. Thus mightie King by generall consent A messenger was sent to cite this Lord To make appearance in the consistorie And comming to his house a ruffian slaue One of his daily followers met the man Who knowing him to be a parator Assaults him first and after in contempt Of vs and our proceedings makes him eate The written processe parchment seale and all Whereby his maister neither was brought forth Nor we but scornd for our authoritie Har. When was this done Bish. At sixe a clocke this morning Har. And when came you to court Cob. Last night my Lord Har. By this it seemes he is not guilty of it And you haue done him wrong t' accuse him so Bish. But it was done my lord by his appointment Or else his man durst ne're haue bin so bold Har. Or else you durst be bold to interrupt And fill our eares with friuolous complaints Is this the duetie you do beare to vs Was 't not sufficient we did passe our word To send for him but you misdoubting it Or which is worse intending to forestall Our regall power must likewise summon him This sauours of Ambition not of zeale And rather proues you malice his estate Than any way that he offends the law Go to we like it not and he your officer That was imployde so much amisse herein Had his desert for being insolent Enter Huntington So Cobham when you please you may depart Cob. I humbly bid farewell vnto my liege Exit Har. Farewell what 's the newes by Huntington Hunt Sir Roger Acton and a crue my Lord Of bold seditious rebels are in Armes Intending reformation of Religion And with their Army they intend to pitch In Ficket field vnlesse they be repulst Har. So nere our presence dare they be so bold And will prowd warre and eager thirst of bloud Whom we had thought to entertaine farre off Presse forth vpon vs in our natiue boundes Must wee be forc't to hansell our sharp blades In England here which we prepar'd for France Well a Gods name be it what 's their number say Or who 's the chiefe commander of this rowt Hunt Their number is not knowne as yet my Lord But t is reported Sir Iohn Old-castle Is the chiefe man on whom they do depend Har. How the Lord Cobham Hunt Yes my gracious Lord Bish. I could haue told your maiestie as much Before he went but that I saw your Grace Was too much blinded by his flaterie Suf. Send poast my Lord to fetch him backe againe But. Traitor vnto his country how he smooth'de And seemde as innocent as Truth it selfe Har. I cannot thinke it yet he would be false But if he be no matter let him go Wee le meet both him and them vnto their wo Bish. This falls out well and at the last I hope Exeunt To see this heretike die in a rope Enter Earle of Cambridge Lord Scroope Gray and Chartres the French factor Scroop Once more my Lord of Cambridge make rehersal How you do stand intiteled to the Crowne The deeper shall we print it in our mindes And euery man the better be resolu'de When he perceiues his quarrell to be iust Cam. Then thus Lord Scroope sir Thomas Gray you Mounsieur de Chartres agent for the French This Lionell Duke of Clarence as I said Third sonne of Edward Englands King the third Had issue Phillip his sole daughter and heyre Which Phillip afterward was giuen in marriage To Edmund Mortimer the Earle of March And by him had a son cald Roger Mortimer Which Roger likewise had of his discent Edmund Roger Anne and Elianor Two daughters and two sonnes but those three Dide without issue Anne that did suruiue And now was left her fathers onely heyre My fortune was to marry being too By my grandfather of King Edwardes line So of his sirname I am calde you know Richard Plantagenet my father was Edward the Duke of Yorke and son and heyre To Edmund Langley Edward the third's first sonne Scroop So that it seemes your claime comes by your wife As lawfull heyre to Roger Mortimer The son of Edmund which did marry Phillip Daughter and heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence Cam. True for this Harry and his father both Harry the first as plainely doth appeare Are false intruders and vsurp the Crowne For when yong Richard was at Pomfret slaine In him the title of prince Edward dide That was the eldest of king Edwards sonnes William of Hatfield and their second brother Death in his nonage had before bereft So that my wife deriu'd from Lionell Third sonne vnto king Edward ought proceede And take possession of the Diademe Before this Harry or his father king Who fetcht their title but from Lancaster Forth of that royall line And being thus What reason i st but she should haue her right Scroope I am resolu'de our enterprise is iust Gray Harry shall die or else resigne his crowne Chart. Performe but that and Charles the king of France Shall ayde you lordes not onely with his men But send you money to maintaine your warres Fiue hundred thousand crownes he bade me proffer If you can stop but Harries voyage for France Scrope We neuer had a fitter time than now The realme in such diuision as it is Camb. Besides you must perswade ye there is due Vengeance for Richards murder which although It be defende yet will it fall at last And

now as likely as another time Sinne hath had many yeeres to ripen in And now the haruest cannot be farre off Wherein the weedes of vsurpation Are to be cropt and cast into the fire Scroope No more earle Cambridge here I plight my faith To set vp thee and thy renowned wife Gray Gray will performe the same as he is knight Chart. And to assist ye as I said before Charters doth gage the honor of his king Scroope We lacke but now Lord Cobhams fellowship And then our plot were absolute indeede Camb. Doubt not of him my lord his life 's pursu'de By th' incensed Cleargy and of late Brought in displeasure with the king assures He may be quickly wonne vnto our faction Who hath the articles were drawne at large Of our whole purpose Gray That haue I my Lord Camb. We should not now be farre off from his house Our serious conference hath beguild the way See where his castle stands giue me the writing When we are come vnto the speech of him Because we will not stand to make recount Of that which hath beene saide here he shall reade enter Cob Our mindes at large and what we craue of him Scroope A ready way here comes the man himselfe Booted and spurrd it seemes he hath beene riding Camb. VVell met lord Cobham Cobh. My lord of Cambridge Your honor is most welcome into Kent And all the rest of this faire company I am new come from London gentle Lordes But will ye not take Cowling for your host And see what entertainement it affordes Camb. We were intended to haue beene your guests But now this lucky meeting shall suffise To end our businesse and deferre that kindnesse Cobh. Businesse my lord what businesse should you haue But to be mery we haue no delicates But this I le promise you a peece of venison A cup of wine and so forth hunters fare And if you please wee le strike the stagge our selues Shall fill our dishes with his wel-fed flesh Scroope That is indeede the thing we all desire Cobh. My lordes and you shall haue your choice with me Camb. Nay but the stagge which we desire to strike Liues not in Cowling if you will consent And goe with vs wee le bring you to a forrest Where runnes a lusty hierd amongst the which There is a stagge superior to the rest A stately beast that when his fellows runne He leades the race and beates the sullen earth As though he scornd it with his trampling hoofes Aloft he beares his head and with his breast Like a huge bulwarke counter-checkes the wind And when he standeth still he stretcheth forth His prowd ambitious necke as if he meant To wound the firmament with forked hornes Cobh. T is pitty such a goodly beast should die Camb. Not so sir Iohn for he is tyrannous And gores the other deere and will not keep Within the limites are appointed him Of late hee s broke into a seueral Which doth belong to me and there he spoiles Both corne and pasture two of his wilde race Alike for stealth and couetous incroatching Already are remou'd if he were dead I should not onely be secure from hurt But with his body make a royall feast Scroope How say you then will you first hunt with vs Cobh. Faith Lords I like the pastime where 's the place Camb. Peruse this writing it will shew you all And what occasion we haue for the sport he reades Cobh. Call ye this hunting my lords Is this the stag You faine would chase Harry our dread king So we may make a banquet for the diuell And in the steede of wholsome meate prepare A dish of poison to confound our selues Camb. Why so lord Cobham see you not our claime And how imperiously he holdes the crowne Scroope besides you know your selfe is in disgrace Held as a recreant and pursude to death This will defend you from your enemies And stablish your religion through the land Cobh. Notorious treason yet I will conceale aside My secret thoughts to sound the depth of it My lord of Cambridge I doe see your claime And what good may redound vnto the land By prosecuting of this enterprise But where are men where 's power and furniture To order such an action we are weake Harry you know's a mighty potentate Camb. Tut we are strong enough you are belou'de And many will be glad to follow you VVe are the light and some will follow vs Besides there is hope from France here 's an embassador That promiseth both men and money too The commons likewise as we heare pretend A sodaine tumult we wil ioyne with them Cobh. Some likelihoode I must confesse to speede But how shall I beleeue this is plaine truth You are my lords such men as liue in Court And highly haue beene fauour'd of the king Especially lord Scroope whome oftentimes He maketh choice of for his bedfellow And you lord Gray are of his priuy councell Is not this a traine to intrappe my life Camb. Then perish may my soule what thinke you so Scroope VVee le sweare to you Gray Or take the sacrament Cobh. Nay you are noble men and I imagine As you are honorable by birth and bloud So you will be in heart in thought in word I craue no other testimony but this That you would all subscribe and set your hands Vnto this writing which you gaue to me Camb. VVith all our hearts who hath any pen and inke Scroope My pocket should haue one yea heere it is Camb. Giue it me lord Scroope there is my name Scroope And there is my name Gray And mine Cobh. Sir let me craue That you would likewise write your name with theirs For confirmation of your maisters word The king of Fraunce Char. That will I noble Lord Cobh. So now this action is well knit together And I am for you where 's our meeting lords Camb. Here if you please the tenth of Iuly next Cobh. In Kent agreed now let vs in to supper I hope your honors will not away to night Camb. Yes presently for I haue farre to ride About solliciting of other friends Scroope And we would not be absent from the court Lest thereby grow suspition in the king Cobh. Yet taste a cup of wine before ye go Camb. Not now my lord we thanke you so farewell Cob. Farewell my noble lordes my noble lords My noble villaines base conspirators How can they looke his Highnesse in the face Whome they so closly study to betray But I le not sleepe vntill I make it knowne This head shall not be burdned with such thoughts Nor in this heart will I conceale a deede Of such impietie against my king Madam how now Enter Harpoole and the rest Lady cobh. You are welcome home my Lord Why seeme ye so disquiet in your lookes What hath befalne you that disquiets your minde Lady Po. Bad newes I am afraide touching my husband Cobh. Madam not so there is your husbands pardon Long may ye

Mur. True I did say so but in what respect Because I heard it was reported so Har. Was there no other argument but that Act. To cleere my conscience ere I die my lord I must confesse we haue no other ground But only Rumor to accuse this lord Which now I see was merely fabulous Har. The more pernitious you to taint him then Whome you knew not was faulty yea or no Cobh. Let this my Lord which I present your grace Speake for my loyalty reade these articles And then giue sentence of my life or death Har. Earle Cambridge Scroope and Gray corrupted With bribes from Charles of France either to winne My Crowne from me or secretly contriue My death by treason Is this possible Cobh. There is the platforme and their hands my lord Each seuerally subscribed to the same Har. Oh neuer heard of base ingratitude Euen those I hugge within my bosome most Are readiest euermore to sting my heart Pardon me Cobham I haue done thee wrong Heereafter I will liue to make amends Is then their time of meeting so neere hand Wee le meete with them but little for their ease If God permit goe take these rebells hence Let them haue martiall law but as for thee Friend to thy king and country still be free Exeunt Murl. Be it more or lesse what a world is this Would I had continued still of the order of knaues And neuer sought knighthood since it costes So deere sir Roger I may thanke you for all Acton Now t is too late to haue it remedied I prithee Murley doe not vrge me with it Hunt Will you away and make no more to do Murl. Fy paltry paltry to and fro as occasion serues If you be so hasty take my place Hunt No good sir knight you shall begin in your hand Murl. I could be glad to giue my betters place Exeunt Enter Bishop lord Warden Croamer the Shrieue Lady Cob and attendants Bishop I tell ye Lady it s not possible But you should know where he conueies himselfe And you haue hid him in some secret place Lady My Lord beleeue me as I haue a soule I know not where my lord my husband is Bishop Go to go to ye are an heretike And will be forc'de by torture to confesse If faire meanes will not serue to make ye tell Lady My husband is a noble gentleman And neede not hide himselfe for anie fact That ere I heard of therefore wrong him not Bishop Your husband is a dangerous schismaticke Traitor to God the King and common wealth And therefore master Croamer shrieue of Kent I charge you take her to your custodie And ceaze the goods of Sir John Old-castle To the Kings vse let her go in no more To fetch so much as her apparell out There is your warrant from his maiestie L. War Good my Lord Bishop pacifie your wrath Against the Lady Bish. Then let her confesse Where Old-castle her husband is conceald L. War I dare engage mine honor and my life Poore gentlewoman she is ignorant And innocent of all his practises If any euill by him be practised Bish. If my Lord Warden nay then I charge you That all the cinque Ports whereof you are chiefe Be laid forthwith that he escape vs not Shew him his highnesse warrant M. Shrieue L. War I am sorie for the noble gentleman Enter Old-castle Harp Bish. Peace he comes here now do your office Old-castle Harpoole what businesse haue we here in hand VVhat makes the Bishop and the Sheriffe here I feare my comming home is dangerous I would I had not made such haste to Cobham Harp Be of good cheere my Lord if they be foes wee le scramble shrewdly with them if they be friends they are welcome one of them my Lord Warden is your friend but me thinkes my ladie weepes I like not that Croo. Sir Iohn Old-castle Lord Cobham in the Kings maiesties name I arrest ye of high treason Oldca. Treason M. Croomes Harp Treason M. Shrieue sbloud what treason Oldca. Harpoole I charge thee stirre not but be quiet still Do ye arrest me M. Shrieue for treason Bish. Yea of high treason traitor heretike Oldca. Defiance in his face that calls me so I am as true a loyall gentleman Vnto his highnesse as my prowdest enemie The King shall witnesse my late faithfull seruice For safety of his sacred maiestie Bish. VVhat thou art the kings hand shall testifie She wt him Lord Warden Old Iesu defend me Is 't possible your cunning could so temper The princely disposition of his mind To signe the damage of a royall subiect Well the best is it beares an ancedate Procured by my absence and your malice But I since that haue shewd my selfe as true As any churchman that dare challenge me Let me be brought before his maiestie If he acquite me not then do your worst Bish. We are not bound to do kind offices For any traitor schismatike nor heretike The kings hand is our warrant for our worke Who is departed on his way for France And at Southhampton doth repose this night Harp O that it were the blessed will of God that thou and I were within twenty mile of it on Salisbury plaine I would lose my head if euer thou broughtst thy head hither againe aside Oldca. My Lord Warden o' th cinque Ports my Lord of Rochester ye are ioynt Commissioners fauor me so much On my expence to bring me to the king Bish. What to Southhampton Oldca. Thither my god Lord And if he do not cleere me of al guilt And all suspition of conspiracie Pawning his princely warrant for my truth I aske no fauour but extreamest torture Bring me or send me to him good my Lord Good my Lord Warden M Shrieue entreate Here the Lord Warden and Cromer vncouer to the Bishop and secretly whispers with him Come hither lady nay sweet wife forbeare To heape one sorrow on anothers necke T is griefe enough falsly to be accusde And not permitted to acquite my selfe Do not thou with thy kind respectiue teares Torment thy husbands heart that bleedes for thee But be of comfort God hath help in store For those that put assured trust in him Deere wife if they commit me to the Tower Come vp to London to your sisters house That being neere me you may comfort me One solace find I setled in my soule That I am free from treasons very thought Only my conscience for the Gospels sake Is cause of all the troubles I sustaine Lady O my deere Lord what shall betide of vs You to the Tower and I turnd out of doores Our substance ceaz'd vnto his highnesse vse Euen to the garments longing to our backes Harp Patience good madame things at worst will mend And if they doe not yet our liues may end Bish. Vrge it no more for if an Angell spake I sweare by sweet saint Peters blessed keyes First goes he to the Tower then to the stake Crom. But by your leaue